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Santa's Spurious Sorcery

Tyrannous voice bores through skull;
a mole delving deeper into sanctuary.
The man raises hell at the fireplace
as Santa climbs innocently down the chimney.
Burnt at the bottom, red fades to black
as drastic stand off turns out tension.

Tinsel hangs on for dear life;
views of the table with the carving knife.
Cookies and milk turned stale
from exhaustion,
my broken face turned pale
from tears.

Day progresses to see fists raised high,
records break,
turkey learns to fly.
All efforts destroyed by the dictator's fist
as he insists on the desecration of Christmas
sixteen consecutive times.

Hold the book in hand but dare not look at a page;
the true meaning of the day would kill me.

The only relief Mr. Krishna
can provide is the promise of a better new year.
My naivety procures blind belief;
I harvest my benevolence in
the tree and the reef.

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  • funpum
    January 3

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    Hey MichaelBe, hope you haven't endured too many Christmas days at the hands of this Santa...

    I enjoyed your poem.

  • excellent!

    i really like this,strong and and very clever.good luck in my contest.


  • Zorro69
    December 30, 2008

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    Some good ideas but needs a spell-check, I fear. One specific: tinsel not tinsil. Unlike the turkeys I never voted for Xmas.


  • Star Shine
    December 30, 2008

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    Whoa, this is quit powerful, strong wordplay, many layers of meaning. I admire your use of metaphor, and they way you communcate the cold hollow note in the pit of the stomach.


  • R S Adams Jr silver member
    December 29, 2008

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    No mention of Christ...

    says a lot about Christmas today. You wrote a poem with a lot of metaphor. I like the 'mole.' I like the spasmodic rhyme. Most of all I like the way the poem has a rhyme which comes together in a complete whole so that it leaves me with a feelings of despondency and disappointment.

    I am unsure who Mr Krishna is because that is a famous name in several countries.

    My favourite line: "My naivety procures blind relief," although I doubt you are naive.

    I like it. I think you wrote an excellent poem. I like your style and I am impressed by the way your mind journeys among the factets of the theme.

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